A Need in Poetry

Dancing like a Sugar Plum Fairy,
She turns with eyes fixed on me.
Looking down, I try write,
But she moves my head aright,
Until I am watching her again.
Now, she wants to play a new game,
And hide-and-go-seek becomes another name
For a father pursuing his smallest dame.
A moment later, she wants to play ball.
She lies on it, rolling around, trying not to fall,
Stopping only to lift her head again and again,
Reminding me with an endless refrain,
“Watch me, Daddy. Watch me.”
I look again at my little “B”
And capture her neediness for me
In a verse of poetry,
Saving it to memory
For the day I’m the one in need.

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